My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 547
Inside the warehouse, Ethan moved slowly.

There have been no strange spots of light in the radar, but that doesn't mean there are no people inside.

The light of the tactical flashlight shone everywhere, and there were rows of tall shelves filled with various auto parts.

"Your behavior just now doesn't look like someone who has been sitting in an office."

Ethan scanned quickly while speaking to the people behind him in a low voice.

"I got straight A's in the police academy."

Sumner followed Ethan closely, her breathing was a little short, she moved her hand holding the gun handle: "I often ask others for field operations."

"Take a deep breath."

Ethan said softly: "When fighting head-on, you need to maintain a certain degree of relaxation."

"Too nervous will make you make wrong judgments."

"understand!"

Sumner nodded. "Bad judgment and easy bullets, right?"

"You're a quick learner."

Ethan lowered his gun with a smile: "You will be a good field worker."

"Boom."

Sumner didn't notice that Ethan had stopped and bumped his head into his back.

"I'll change what I said just now."

Ethan shrugged: "Your concentration needs to be improved."

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the warehouse, and the figures of Hank and Antonio appeared on the other side.

"Feel sorry."

Looking at the wall a few meters ahead, Sumner became a little embarrassed.

"Hey!"

Rusek's shout sounded, showing a trace of panic: "I have found something here."

The light of the flashlight returned, and they walked quickly towards the middle.

This is a corner surrounded by several shelves, and plastic buckets and various miscellaneous parts are piled up everywhere on the ground.

Orlinsky and Rusek were standing next to a plastic bucket more than one meter high, and they were shining a flashlight into it.

The light shines through the plastic barrel, and the liquid inside is glowing with such a strange blood red.

"I buy it!"

Irene was the first to go to the side, and when she saw what was inside, her face instantly turned pale:

"Tonight, I won't want to eat meat anymore."

Rusek on the side was also pale. Fortunately, he had the experience of cleaning up the corpses last time, so he could persist.

Ethan and Sumner took a closer look, and there was a corpse soaked in the plastic bucket.

The liquid inside is still bubbling.

There was a faint layer of white smoke floating above it, and a strong pungent smell made him cover his nose.

The corpse was severely corroded, and the facial features were blurred.

"Yuck~"

Sumner quickly ran to the distance, and the sound of heart-piercing vomiting sounded.

"how to say."

Ethan shook his head and pointed to the shoulder of the body floating on the liquid: "I can be sure that he is the driver we are looking for."

"Tony Johnston has the same tattoo in his prison photo."

Hank looked at Sumner in disgust, then looked at the corpse corroded by an unknown liquid in the plastic bucket, frowned and said:

"No matter who did it, it must be silenced, call for backup, and search the entire warehouse."

Erin walked to the side and pressed the intercom.

Support arrived quickly, and forensic personnel also rushed to the scene.

People from the intelligence team and patrol officers searched inside, and a few minutes later, a new discovery was made.

"Detective."

A patrolman shouted at Ethan and Antonio, and held up an object in his hand.

The two walked over quickly, it was a dark corner, a temporary resting place was set up, and some personal belongings were dropped on the bedding.

"cell phone."

The patrolman handed the thing in his hand to Antonio, and at the same time pointed to the side: "It was found in the corner next to it."

Ethan scanned the corner with a flashlight, the quilt was lifted, and it was a mess.

"Is it like this when you came here?" He looked at the patrolman.

"That's right." The patrolman nodded:
"I'm careful, it's pretty much the same here."

It seems that there has been a fight in this place.

Antonio pressed the old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand and kept checking the call records.

"Something is wrong here."

Looking at the lawyer's number on it, Ethan reached out and tapped on the screen: "What makes people make so many calls to their lawyers?"

"That's right." Antonio put away his phone.

Pressing the intercom, the two walked out of the warehouse together.

Soon, others came out one after another.

"Tell me, what did you find?"

Hank put his hands on the bulletproof vest and asked, "Some useful news."

"The forensic doctor found strangulation marks on the remains of the neck of the corpse, which proved to be a homicide. Of course, everyone knows that it is impossible for the driver to jump into the bucket of hydrochloric acid by himself."

Antonio shook the thing in his hand, and continued: "The important thing is this."

"In Tony Johnston's mobile phone, it was found that he had contacted his lawyer more than 24 times in the past 20 hours."

"This lawyer must know something."

"Okay, that's it." Hank looked at a few people around him: "Someone take Sumner to chat with Johnston's lawyer."

"Let's see what we can find."

"No problem." Irene nodded and strode out of the yard.

"Wait a minute." Hank shook his head:
"Ethan, you and Sumner go."

Irene turned around, the corners of her mouth twitching:

"Why can't it be me and Sumner?"

Seeing her displeased expression, the few men at the scene had nothing to do with themselves.

Hank pursed his lips and didn't answer her question.

"Tell me?"

Irene's eyes were dissatisfied: "Do you think that two women can't handle this matter?"

"I didn't say that." Hank shook his head and said:
"I just think it would be better to match a man and a woman."

"Fakyu, Hank."

Eileen grabbed Sumner's arm, pulled her out, and raised her middle finger behind the back of several men.

It was rare to see Hank deflated, and Ruzek chuckled.

Not only him, but several people at the scene secretly laughed.

"Okay, let's go back!"

Hank waved his hand helplessly: "Leave it to the investigators to search slowly."

On the way back to the police station, the signboard on the side of the road flashed by.

Remembering that I have almost eaten all my snacks, I simply replenish the stock.

After pressing the intercom and speaking, Ethan immediately left the convoy.

As soon as I got back to the store, I saw three people pushing open the glass door and arguing to come out.

The person walking in front went straight to the street, holding a lot of things in a cardboard box, walking with a step that no relatives recognized, swaggering.

Two people behind stood outside the store door, one of them was a little brother in a plaid shirt, with red hair and freckles.

It was Fiona's brother, Ian.

Ian was standing on the sidewalk, talking to the guy who came down the street.

Unexpectedly, I met him here.

Ethan parked the car next to Ian, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"Hey Mitch."

Ian didn't notice Ethan's appearance, he excitedly said to the person holding the thing:
"Why can't you just steal stores in other neighborhoods, Waterfat?"

While he was speaking, the black-haired boy impatiently took out a box of things from the box and smashed it over.

The aim was not bad, and it didn't hit Ian's body.

"Snapped."

But the carton fell on the front of the Ford Interceptor and exploded in an instant, splashing gray-white dipping sauce everywhere.

The shiny black hood is covered with dots, which are particularly conspicuous.

Ian quickly dodged, but was still touched.

"Fakeyu, you know where I live, if you have any questions, you can come to me."

The black-haired boy turned around indifferently and walked away swaggeringly.

(End of this chapter)